Days passed since Sarang left and Luhan blamed himself for giving in so easily, for getting attached to her so easily. He tried to clean up the house, but it ended up looking too soulless so he decided to mess it up again. When he looked around, it felt like the little girl would pop out at any time. He sighed, turning on the TV. On the couch, was Sarang's bear. It had been kind of impossible for her to take it home since it was so big, so the bear stayed with him, in the end.
"Bear, move!" Luhan motioned for the bear to move, but he ended up sitting down next to the couch and watching a new episode of "Little Einstens". Bitter.
At that moment, Professor Kim entered with a bag full of groceries.
"Won't your wife be upset? You seem to be spending more time with me than with her.", Luhan said as he was trying to focus at the TV.
"We've been married for over thirty years, do you think she would still fuss over matters like this? I'm a doctor, you brat."
Luhan got up and went in the kitchen, starting to help Professor Kim with the cooking. It was still an unbelievable thing that the old man figured out his password code, but it was not like he was in a hurry to change it. He liked when he was in someone else's presence.
"You're too lonely, kid.", Professor Kim said, "You miss the little girl, don't you? Didn't she contact you? You said that you gave her your phone number. Didn't she call you yet?"
Luhan shook his head. "She didn't." Seriously, he didn't even believe that she would. The things were so confusing, but he wasn't feeling too Sherlock, at the moment, so he brushed things away.
"Luhan, don't you think that is time for you to move on? I'm not talking about Sarang, specifically, I'm talking about your fear of losing a patient again." Luhan sighed. "Listen to me, in a doctor's life this is an unfortunate event, but it is also something common. As long as you do your best, and I know you did since I was there and I saw it, there's nothing that can be done. The family knows it too, and I believe that if they had the slightest doubt about your skills as a doctor they would've sued you immediately."
"Sue me?" Luhan gasped. "Why would they do that? It isn't like my intention was to kill the patient. My intention was to...", he stopped, realising that Professor Kim was right, "... save him."
"You can start your shift tomorrow morning."
"Sarang, the only option left for me is to call your parents." The teacher sat down next to Sarang on the bench set outside the principal's Office. "You know that what you did was wrong, do you?"
Sarang looked down at her blue dress, which was a gift from Grandpa Kim. She missed him so much. Biting her lower lip thoughtfully, Sarang looked at the crumpled piece of paper that stood inside her right hand. "Teacher Oh, can you please call at this number?"
The teacher looked at Sarang's eyes which were sparkling with hope. "I think the best we can do is to call your parents, though."
Sarang looked around nervously, and added, "It's my daddy's number, actually." The little girl looked down, feeling bad for lying, but she felt that it was a necessary lie.
The male teacher dialed the number, and after a few moments he was greeted with a questioning 'hello?". "Yes, I am, Oh Sehun, Sarang's teacher, and I want to ask if you could please come to...", the teacher looked at Sarang for a moment, intrigued. The girl barely answered his questions, she barely did anything, but now she actually fought with a classmate that stole her pen. It was the first time that he heard the girl speak a full sentence. 'It's mine, it's not nice to steal other people's things.', those words surprised him and he realized that probably something changed with the girl, and actually, he wouldn't find her behaviour strange if she wouldn't have started to pull her classmate's hair. Something was happening, therefore he decided to not tell Sarang's dad what happened through the phone, especially when they didn't even meet once. Teacher Oh coughed and continued, "Sorry. The thing I wanted to ask was if you could come to pick up Sarang. I would like to thank with you about something.
